Spy Master

Through the branches up ahead, Harvath spotted what looked like the remnants
of an old stone foundation—maybe from a caretaker’s cottage or a previous lodge of
some sort.

“There!” Harvath shouted, directing his team to it.
They all scrambled or leaped over the foundation wall. Harvath helped Tretyakov
as Chase and Sloane laid down cover fire.
Finally getting up and over, Tretyakov landed hard on the other side, followed by
Harvath.
“If I had known we were going to be taking on the whole Russian Army,” said
Staelin as he changed magazines, “I would have brought along a little more ammo.”
Like Tretyakov, Harvath’s exfil plan was shot to shit. All the work Haney and
Barton had done staging dry suits, full face mask SCUBA gear, and propulsion
devices was out the window.
Even if they could get to all of it, it was highly unlikely they could successfully
transport Tretyakov, underwater, to the Polish side of the lake where the boat was
waiting.
He was going to have to come up with another plan. And right now, there was
only one plan he could think of. Activating his radio, he hailed Barton.

• • •

“What the hell is that for?” Jasinski asked, as the SEAL flipped open the Storm case
and removed a Mark 48 belt-fed machine gun.

“It’s for you,” he replied, quickly attaching it to its mount. “Did they teach you
how to load and fire one of these things in the Polish Army?”

“What are you trying to do, start a war?”
“Actually,” he replied as he opened three ammo cans and then fired up the engine,
“I’m trying to stop one.”
Down the lake, they could hear the withering fire that Harvath and the rest of the
team were under.
Hailing Haney over the radio, Barton said, “Good to go, on your mark.”
“Roger that,” Haney replied, “stand by.”
The SEAL looked back at Jasinski through his night vision. He could see that she
hadn’t yet loaded the weapon. “If we don’t go, the Russians are going to kill them.”

When she still didn’t do anything, he pushed past her, loaded a belt of 7.62
ammunition, and charged the Mark 48.

When Haney’s voice came back over the radio and said, “Now!” Barton told
Jasinski to hold on as he pushed the throttle all the way forward.

The engine of the Rigid Inflatable Boat roared to life as they raced down the water
toward the buoys and the demarcation line between Poland and Kaliningrad.

The closer they got, the louder the gunfire became. Barton prayed that they would
make it there in time.

Up ahead on the western shore of the lake, he could see the Polish side of the
border crossing. He could only imagine what the officers there were thinking as the
gun battle raged across the water from them.

“Time to turn out the lights, Mike,” said Barton, as he could see the buoy line
rapidly approaching up ahead.

“Five seconds,” Haney replied.
And like clockwork, five seconds later there was a detonation at the electrical
substation, followed by smaller detonations at the generators that provided backup
power for the Polish border crossing.
At the buoys, Barton stopped only long enough to use a pair of bolt cutters to
sever the line, before once again throwing the throttles all the way forward.
“Norseman,” Barton said over the radio. “We are inbound to you. Sixty seconds.”

• • •

The soldiers, having zeroed in on the position of Harvath and the team, had
discovered some semblance of discipline and were pushing in with a coordinated
attack in order to flank them.

“We’re not going to have sixty seconds,” he replied over his radio. “We’re low on
ammo and about to get overrun. Tossing out strobes. Hit them as hard as you can.”

With that, Harvath activated two IR strobe lights and tossed them as far as he
could in the direction of each advancing group of soldiers.

Harvath, Ashby, Palmer, and Staelin then took turns trying to hold them off.
They were all on their last rifle magazines.

• • •

Barton had the RIB moving as fast as it would go. Approaching the shoreline of the
campground, they could see muzzle flashes in all directions. It was absolute bedlam.

Then, through the chaos, they pinpointed the strobes. There were at least fifty
Russian soldiers advancing on the team’s position.

Barton swung the boat to the side and slowed so that Jasinski could strafe the
Russians.

“Light them up!” he yelled.
For a moment, she paused. But before he could repeat the command, she opened
up with the Mark 48 and swung it back and forth, cutting down every Russian in
sight and littering the woods near the beach with their dead bodies.
Back behind the stone foundation, Harvath and the team hunkered down as the
heavy rounds from the machine gun crackled all around them.
When Jasinski had run the weapon dry, Barton came back over the radio and told
the team to keep their heads down—they were reloading and about to make another
pass. Seconds later, the Mark 48 lit up the woods again.
When Barton came back over the radio, he said, “On the beach in twenty
seconds.”
Transitioning to his pistol, Harvath looked at the team and said, “Time to go.”
Staelin transitioned to his pistol as well and helped get Tretyakov to his feet and
down to the shoreline.
There was sporadic gunfire, as more Russians came through the woods, but
Sloane and Chase handled it, dispatching several more soldiers.
By the time they got to the water, Barton was already there.
Loading Tretyakov, Harvath climbed in, followed by Staelin. Chase and Sloane
helped push the RIB off the shore, and then hopped in and joined the rest of the
team.
As Barton punched the throttle, Staelin began applying pressure to Tretyakov’s
wounds. Harvath offered to take over on the Mark 48, but Jasinski waved him off.
Going hot, she lit up the Kaliningrad shoreline one last time as the RIB disappeared
into the darkness toward the freedom of Poland.

CHAPTER 74

GOVERNORS ISLAND, LAKE WINNIPESAUKEE, NEW HAMPSHIRE
FOUR DAYS LATER

Artur Kopec was still stunned. He didn’t know how Lydia Ryan had done it, but

the missile upgrade kits were gone, off the market.
When he asked her about it, she had simply shrugged and said, “We found a

workaround.” That was it. She hadn’t offered any further explanation.
He had asked his man Wójcik to query his source, but Kushner didn’t know what

had happened either. His source had been as vague as Ryan.
To her credit, though, Ryan had kept her word and had arranged a final visit for

him with Reed Carlton. The old spymaster was a shadow of his former self. He had
lost weight and had aggressively aged.

Due to the combination of severe dementia, and medications for comfort, Carlton
was really out of it. So much so that Kopec wasn’t sure if his old colleague even
recognized him. He had come expecting to spend the entire day together, but instead
decided to leave before lunch and catch an earlier flight back to D.C.

He wasn’t surprised that the visit had been supervised. Because of all the national
security issues, Ryan had made it a condition. What did surprise him was who had
done the supervising.

Scot Harvath was Carlton’s protégé and heir apparent. Kopec had met the
operative only a handful of times and had always liked him. He felt as if they had a
bond. Though he was younger, he understood the great game and what was at stake.

In fact, Harvath had spent a portion of their time together confiding in Kopec.
Ryan, it turned out, had not been very forthcoming at all. Carlton’s rapid memory

loss had crippled their organization. There was all sorts of information about spies
and double agents that had been lost.

Unlike Ryan, Harvath wasn’t hopeful that the material would turn up in some
yet-to-be-discovered journal somewhere in the man’s personal effects.

The most devastating thing, Harvath shared, was that in addition to Matterhorn,
there were two more high-level spies feeding the Russians disinformation whose
identities would be taken to the grave with Carlton. It was a massive blow to
NATO’s anti-Russia efforts.

There was much more that Kopec wanted to discuss, but he was cautious not to
overstay his welcome. Harvath looked as if he had been through hell. Obviously,
losing Carlton was taking its toll.

They agreed to meet for dinner back in D.C., and Harvath walked him to the
door.

“I’m sorry he was unable to interact,” he said. “I know you had a long friendship.
I’m sure he appreciates you coming all this way.”

Kopec smiled and extended his hand. “It is what friends do.”
Harvath shook his hand.
“I hope you and I can be friends,” the Pole said. “I think there’s much that we can
do together.”
“I’d like that,” said Harvath. “Very much.”
“Then it’s settled. We’ll see each other back in D.C.”
Harvath nodded and watched as the aging intelligence officer walked down the
red brick path to his waiting Town Car.
After Kopec climbed in and the vehicle had pulled out of the drive, Ryan came up
behind him.
“How did it go?” she asked.
“Exactly as the Old Man predicted.”
She smiled, “Artur has no idea he’s Matterhorn, does he?”
“Nope,” said Harvath. “That’s the genius of the Old Man. As soon as he learned
Kopec was a spy for the Russians, he began devising a way to exploit him. You and I
just took it to the next level.”
“I played the part given me,” Ryan replied, downplaying her role. “You’re the one
who took everything to the next level. Do you think he has any clue that there are no
Gryphons in Europe? That even the upgrade kits were phony?”

Harvath couldn’t be sure. His whole plan had been to buy time; to knock the
Russians off-balance and force them to reassess their attack. He had just needed long
enough to figure out what the invasion would look like so NATO could put the right
assets into the Baltics to stop it.

“Speaking of which,” she continued, “General Dynamics says we can keep the fake
upgrade kit their R&D department built for us.”

He smiled. “It’ll look great in the conference room.”
“It’ll look better in your office.”
Harvath nodded and made a mental note to send them a special thank-you.
Having something to prove the alleged existence of the kits, and thereby the missiles,
was critical to his plan. The Russians didn’t have to buy it 100 percent. They just had
to be worried that land-based cruise missiles, some possibly nuclear-tipped, might
have been waiting for them if they tried to invade.
Looking out the living room’s large bay window toward the lake, Ryan saw Lara
coming back from her walk. Nodding in her direction, she stated, “You two should
spend some time together.”
“We will,” said Harvath, as he walked over to the sideboard and poured himself a
bourbon. “Let’s finish up our business first.”
Ryan’s laptop, a stack of file folders, and myriad papers were strewn across the
coffee table. “Welcome to my office,” she said, offering him a seat.
Harvath pulled out a chair and sat down. “Where should we start?”
“How about we start with why Barton didn’t fly back with the team.”
“He met a nice Polish girl, but it’ll never last. She’s too smart and has much better
taste.”
Ryan’s smile broadened once more. “Jasinski turned out to be a good choice.”
“She was excellent,” said Harvath. “I’d work with her again in a heartbeat.”
“The Supreme Allied Commander had a lengthy debrief with her and the feeling’s
mutual.”
“What are you hearing from the Baltics?”
“I’ve got good news,” Ryan replied, “and then I’ve got good news. Which do you
want first?”
“How about we start with the good news?” he said, smiling.
“Nicholas knocked it out of the park. He publicly exposed every fake Twitter and
Facebook account that the Russians, through their hacker group Fancy Bear, were

using to stir up dissent. He also managed to insert an undercover-style journalism
team into the Troll Factory with hidden cameras.

“All of the television stations in Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia are running specials
exposing how the Russians were trying to weaken them from within.”

“His sleeves are short, but there’s always something up them.”
Ryan laughed and continued. “As you know, as soon as you dropped off
Tretyakov, Vella went to work on him.”
“How has that been going?”
“Very well. He has been able to extract a lot of information about how they had
planned to invade the Baltics.”
“Had planned?” asked Harvath. “Past tense?”
“The Russians have canceled their training exercise and are actively repositioning
much of their military equipment out of the theater.”
“They know we have Tretyakov.”
“They know someone has him,” Ryan replied. “And that’s all that matters. Based
on what we have passed along to SHAPE, NATO is already taking steps to shore up
the weak points the Russians had planned to exploit in the Baltics.”
“That’s great news.”
Ryan agreed. “Yes it is. You and your team did a fantastic job. But before we
celebrate, there’s a bookkeeping item we need to discuss.”
“What is it?”
“Chase and Sloane’s expense report from Belarus.”
“What about it?” Harvath asked, slowly remembering that this was a part of his
job he really didn’t care for.
“They were supposed to pretend to steal the crates of alleged missile upgrade kits
and then use the Old Man’s contact to smuggle them into Belarus.”
“Which they did.”
“Did you know that after dumping the bricks we used to weigh down the crates,
they took all the smugglers out for champagne and steak dinners in Minsk?” she
asked.
Harvath laughed. “I didn’t know that, but good for them. We should give them a
bonus for initiative. That’s a valuable relationship we need to maintain.”
Ryan didn’t necessarily disagree. Faking the theft of the missile upgrade kits had
been a key part of their strategy. Allowing the Russians to see the U.S. and Baltic

Ambassadors in a heated exchange at the UN was also part of their plan.
It was all over now, though. The ends, as Chase had said back in Kaliningrad, had

justified the means. Their assignment was to avert an Article 5—and by all accounts
they had done that.

“There’s one other thing,” said Ryan, as she removed a sheet of paper and slid it
across the table to him.

“What’s this?”
“The names of every cell leader across Europe in the People’s Revolutionary Front
organization.”
“Tretyakov gave this up?” he asked.
“It came direct from the Solarium,” Ryan confirmed. “The list is yours if you
want. Full expense account. No time limit.”
Harvath looked at the names and the list of European cities. Then he lifted his
head looked out the window at Lara.
“I’ll take it,” he said.
Ryan was surprised. “You will?”
Pushing the list back across the table, he smiled and said, “No. Sloane and Chase
should take it.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” he replied. Like it or not, he was the spymaster now. “Give them a
limited expense account and three weeks to finish the job. It’s time to turn them loose
and to see what they can do.”
“Does that mean you’re going to stick around?” asked Ryan.
“For a day or two,” he said with a wink, as he stood up from the table and walked
out the door to be with Lara.
But outside, something was wrong. He could see it in her body language as he
walked toward her. Before he even saw the shooters, he knew what had happened.
Kopec had betrayed them.
“Run!” Lara screamed.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I always start out the acknowledgments with a special thank-you to the most
important people on my list—you, the readers. Thank you not only for reading and
enjoying my novels, but most of all for the wonderful word of mouth. There is no
greater honor you can pay a writer than to recommend one of his books.

I also want to thank the fabulous booksellers around the world who carry my
novels and introduce new people to them every day. Yours is truly a noble profession,
which allows all of us to share in the love of books.

One of my greatest honors is being able to spend time with the selfless men and
women engaged in the worlds of espionage, counterterrorism, special operations, law
enforcement, and politics. Many of them provided assistance for this novel, and to
them I am extremely grateful. Thank you.

My lifelong friend, Sean Fontaine, had no idea Spymaster would be dedicated to
him. Thank you for everything over the years, Sean, but most important, thank you
for your friendship and the fearless service you have rendered our country.

James Ryan, another dear friend, picked up the phone every time I called and
always had answers for me. Thank you for your friendship, your patriotism, and the
deep dives into many of the subjects in Spymaster.

I also want to thank Richard Grenell. Ric and I have been friends for many years,
and his help with the novel is much appreciated. Thank you for your service, your
patriotism, and your friendship.

On the first night of the Los Angeles riots, I stood on a rooftop there with a group
of strangers, watching the city burn. Unbeknownst to me, I would be brought back
together with one of those strangers two decades later. Robert O’Brien is an amazing
patriot and an outstanding font of expertise in regard to military and foreign affairs.
On the day I finished the manuscript for Spymaster, a pair of OSS cuff links appeared
on my doorstep. I don’t know how he knew, but he knew. Thank you for your
friendship and all of your help with Spymaster.

Chad Norberg is another longtime and extremely valued friend, whose
dedication and service to the nation never cease to humble me. He is scary smart, very
funny, and always available to lend a hand; I thank him for his years of friendship and
the help he provided on Spymaster.

The incomparable Rita Cosby and my amazing Polish publisher, Sonia Draga,
provided me with some very important on-the-ground insights into Poland. I am
grateful to you both. Thank you.

Former National Security Agency analyst, and now journalist, John R. Schindler
couldn’t have been more helpful when it came to information about the Baltic States,
Russia, NATO, and hybrid/special warfare. His fearless assessments of the threats the
West faces are must-reads. Thank you, John.

U.S. Navy SEALs Jack Carr (ret.) and Pete Scobell (ret.) were once again both
available and incredibly helpful whenever I had questions. I thank you both for your
service, your assistance, your patriotism, and your friendship.

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accomplishing such a goal is to surround myself with the best possible people. Brian
Williams is one of them. His example as a husband, father, and warrior serves as
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wonderful friendship over these many years.

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Strum, was named by a generous contributor at a fundraiser for an organization near
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